"Shut up, if not for him we wouldn't be in this shitty situation right now!"
Oven reached a breaking point long ago. His hand curls into a ball and delivers it to Holen's face. The detective forcefully looked to the side, his cheek hunting from the punch.
"Are you done?"
However, instead of fighting back, Holen simply accepted it. His right hand wiped the blood from his mouth and turned back. Oven was left stunned after witnessing this. His eyes met Holen's and he couldn't help but look away.
The detective sat on the snow floor rubbing his left cheek.
"Oven, when did we first meet?"
"...." The knight bit his lips "Four years ago, when I was a mercenary"
"I had known both of them longer than you, but I had to make a decision. Either we all died in that forest or we survived. Your decision almost doomed us all, we got off light this time but we couldn't count on luck next time. I'm telling you this as a friend, I don't want to lose more."
